[ The Doctor’s sunk into a couch - in the living room of Thor 103 - half draped on the armrest rather than the back. The bracelet is lying on the table in front of it so the screen shows more than just the shoulders up because that’s
boring.
He offers a wide smile and spreads his arms. ]
Good afternoon, Asgard! Today I bring you a sort of… inquiry. Or closer to a survey, I suppose. You see, I’ve been reliably informed that I… Hm.
Maybe I should have written a script.
I touch people a lot.
[ A pause, as he briefly turns his head towards the other side of the couch with a questioning look. ]
Yeah, that
was weird wording. What I mean is! I like hugs, and… such. And I’ve been informed-- Well, I’ve been informed but
also noticed that not everyone likes that.
[Clara leans over so she’s in sight, and manages a long stare for the Doctor. And then a sigh. This is entirely ridiculous.]
At least you’re able to admit it. Finally.
[ While she stares, he looks right back at her because.
What? At least this way it’s pretty much impossible to make mistake. It’s a flawless plan. ]
Well I’ve never had any problems before.
[ Sniff. ]
Anyway. People don’t always like being touched, apparently, at least not from just anyone, or anyone but… close friends… So!
[ He straightens abruptly, almost hops in his seat, and rests his elbows on his thighs, hands clasped in front of him. ]
To avoid anyone feeling uncomfortable or any… misunderstandings, I’ve created a sort of. Pamphlet. So you can tell me what you don’t want me to do. I’m going to send it over in text form, but I’ve also got paper ones. You could stop by and fill one out. Unless you for some reason think that’s odd, I suppose.
[Clara snorts, rolling her eyes.]
Course it’s odd to ask people to really, actually pop by in person to fill out your questions about whether or not you can touch them. How is that even a thing you can suppose? It’s beyond supposing at this point, Doctor.
[There’s a laugh after that, and she’s clearly teasing. Mostly.][ He gives her an indignant frown. ]
Yes, well, you humans have weird hang-ups!
[ Clearing his throat, he turns back to the screen and raises his chin. ]
Companions, family, my old girl, and myself need not apply.
[Wait a second, Doctor. That’s just rude. Her jaw drops, eyes widen, and she tries not to look offended. And fails.]
Don’t listen to him. Anyone is welcome to respond. Particularly companions and family.
[ He frowns at her as he reaches for the bracelet. ]
What? No. You lot’s already used to it.
( Text bit in here since I might as well cut the post a bit shorter )((OOC: Replies can probably be expected from both of them. I'm not sorry Eleven's so ridiculous.))